And Bessie was exceedingly careful of the condition of Torpenhow's linen.
She spoke very little to him, but sometimes they talked together on the landing.
'I was a great fool,' Dick said to himself.

'I know what red firelight looks like when a man's tramping through a strange town; and ours is a lonely, selfish sort of life at the best.

I wonder Maisie doesn't feel that sometimes.

But I can't order Bessie away.

That's the worst of beginning things.